The army broke out of camp on August 15, the fourth day after the siege of Wen'an County, and the first day after the end of the military training in the city.

August 15th is the Mid-Autumn Festival.

Marching during the day, nothing happened.

In the afternoon, they still set up camp an hour in advance. Then, the corps commanders at all levels gathered together and Li Mengxi came to teach them how to read.

In other words, in the past few days, I have almost taught you about numbers.

Most of the village warriors have memorized the ten numerical symbols by heart.

Moreover, most of the digital knowledge is understood.

Forget about talking about tens, hundreds, thousands, even if you ask a random person to write down the value of one million, they can still write it.

An empty cart is propped up flat, and a large painted shield is stuck to the side of the cart. This is the blackboard.

Li Mengxi scratched his head and thought for a moment.

What should be taught?

By the way, let’s teach you the multiplication table first.

I remember when I was a kid, in preschool, I had to memorize the multiplication tables every day. I don’t know how long I memorized them.

So Li Mengxi took up his pen, dipped it in some lime water, and started writing on the shield.

1x1=1

1x2=2

…

One characteristic of the nine-nine multiplication tables is that if they are written in the correct order, the formulas are arranged in a ladder shape and are scattered and orderly.

Soon, I will finish writing.

Li Mengxi read it several times with fellow villagers.

After such a long period of practice, the village heroes have become more and more familiar with learning.

Like at the beginning, when I couldn't open my mouth to read, or when someone looked around, these things are gone.

Learning this requires proficiency.

The multiplication table is not difficult.

Moreover, this is not a new thing. There were multiplication tables in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period.

When you feel it's almost done, start picking people to read as usual.

Especially those centurions, I pick them every time.

The method taught by Guan Yu is to kill chickens to scare monkeys.

If the centurion does not learn well, punish the centurion to frighten the rest of the people, and the effect will be very good.

Therefore, the centurions were under greater pressure than others and studied more seriously.

The centurions took one round and it was okay, but they were able to read it with some difficulty.

Down below, someone suddenly raised their hand.

Just like kids.

This is the classroom discipline required by Li Mengxi.

At first glance, it was a dog.

"Gouzi, what's wrong?" Li Mengxi asked.

Gouzi stood up and hesitated, "I...I want to go to the wounded barracks."

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In the wounded barracks, Li Mengxi came with Gouzi.

Li Mengxi was originally curious as to why the dog came to the wounded barracks in such a hurry. When he arrived, Li Mengxi suddenly understood.

There was a wounded soldier lying in a cart, looking like he was about to die. Even though Li Mengxi didn't know medical skills and didn't know how to look at people's faces, he could tell that he probably wouldn't live for two days.

This wounded soldier is an idiot.

Gouzi is here to teach his wounded soldier friend how to calligraphy.

Li Mengxi watched from the sidelines. He watched Gouzi teach his friend the multiplication table word by word.

As for the wounded soldier, his face was obviously pale, with bruises under his eyes, and he looked like he had almost run out of oil. Although the wounded soldier was very angry, and every time he read it, it seemed as if all his strength had been exhausted, but he looked serious and meticulous.

, read along carefully.

Speaking of which, it's a little funny.

Two adults, stumbling awkwardly, read one by one and get one, and one and two get two.

If you put it in future generations and let people hear it, it will cause laughter.

But now when Li Mengxi heard it, he just felt extremely sad.

This wounded soldier is about to die, but he still tries hard to learn more Braille.

The enthusiasm for learning knowledge and cherishing the opportunity to study made Li Mengxi ashamed.

There was the sound of footsteps, and Li Mengxi turned to look.

It's the military doctor who's here.

Bu had his sleeves uncovered and there were still water stains on his hands. It was obvious that he had been doing something like boiling bandages just now.

Li Mengxi looked back at Gouzi, who was seriously teaching his friend how to calligraphy, and the wounded soldier.

Without leaving any trace, Li Mengxi motioned to the military doctor to go away and chat.

Before Li Mengxi asked, the military doctor sighed and said first, "My intestines are broken. I can only drink some water every day these days, and I won't survive."

I don’t know if these doctors are used to life and death or something else. When talking about death, Bu’s tone was calm and there was no expression on his face.

After a long while, "Oh." Li Mengxi said.

He understood clearly that it was not an ordinary injury, it was a broken intestine. This was not a problem that could be solved by simple alcohol disinfection and simple suturing of the wound.

Even if Hua Tuo is here, he may not be able to reconnect the severed intestines.

A severed intestine can definitely be reconnected. At least, in the world where Li Mengxi came from, intestinal suture surgery technology was very mature.

So, how is the intestinal suture performed? Can catgut be used?

Li Mengxi frowned.

You have to try it when you have time, not with people, but with pigs.

Disembowel the pig, cut off its intestines, and sew them together with catgut.

Let's see if the pig can be rescued.

If it doesn't work, then improve the method.

Try again until success is unknown.

Li Mengxi suddenly remembered.

My uncle, my grandfather's eldest brother, had his intestines broken by shell fragments on the battlefield to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea.

It is said that at that time, the field hospital killed a live dog and used the dog's intestines to reconnect the uncle's severed intestine.

People say that a dog's intestines can only last four years.

Sure enough, the uncle recovered and returned home, but he passed away within four years.

When I heard about this when I was a kid, I didn't understand why people changed the intestines of dogs.

When I get older and understand a little more common sense, I still don’t understand. Could it be that if human intestines are broken, they can’t be connected together? So we use dog intestines? I still don’t understand.

While Li Mengxi was discussing intestinal suturing with the military doctor, Shi Changgouzi was teaching his good brother to memorize the multiplication table.

The wounded soldier's back became more and more difficult, and his voice became weaker and weaker.

"Dog..." A weak voice interrupted Gouzi's meditation.

"I won't carry it anymore, dog, I'm losing strength." The color in the wounded soldier's eyes slowly disappeared.

He smiled reluctantly at the dog.

Gouzi was stunned, as if he suddenly realized something, and hurriedly got up to call the military doctor.

"Dog..."

A weak hand grabbed the dog's clothes.

"Don't take advantage of others, it's time for me."

"Dog, I'm dead, I don't have that shirt, my family is all dead, and I'm all alone."

"Let me hold this money for you..."
To be continued...